My Liquid Caress

Your underside is somewhere I can run
My tongue against, until my mouth absorbs
The hardness of your cock - I feel the sum
Of all your pleasure building; this affords
Me much delight, as does the casual glance
You offer in response to my dark stare;
If you wrap fist in my hair to advance
Your control of my movement, I'd compare
The satisfaction in your well-pleased sigh
To a reward or present; I'd give thanks
Were my small mouth not filled; if you supply
All movement, as your sighs become loud grunts,
Then I'll be stilled by passion, as you press
Your cock to mouth and my liquid caress.